unpavemypaths | open post

Fuck. [It's a little gasp, already overwhelmed by how familiar everything is, by the closeness after so long. Even the rush is familiar in a way; they've never been sure how long they had before things switched up on him.

If anyone's going to slow it down she knows it has to be on her. She's supposed to be older now, smarter, have her shit together. Even if she doesn't really ever feel that way. Even if the only reason not to is a vague, nagging feeling that the whole situation is a problem that's going to blow up eventually.

Hard to care enough about that, right now. She'd rather cling to this while she can. It's easy enough to follow old impulses, pulling back long enough to peel her shirt off entirely already and not caring how desperate it makes her seem. She's already dressed down for bed, bra off; she wonders vaguely if she looks any different to him, even if it doesn't feel like she's changed that much, but she'd rather pull him into another kiss than ask.]

[A whine leaves his lips when she pulls back but it quickly ends when he realizes she’s taking her shirt off. He barely gets a chance to look at her the way he wants before she’s forcing him back in for a kiss. He responds back enthusiastically, pushing slightly to walk them over to a wall, he crowds in close to her as soon as her back is against it, his fingers trailing feather light up her side, her ribs, until he can cup her breast, his thumb pressing over her nipple.]

You’re gorgeous, Genie.

[His lips part from hers long enough to moan out. She’s always been beautiful, even before he knew what was happening or who the twins really were, he would follow her around, and think about her constantly when he wasn’t there. She’s only gotten more beautiful in their time apart, half of him is torn, wanting to move back so he can just admire her, the other part of him, the part that is currently winning, would rather press his lips against hers again, his tongue pushing into her mouth as he deepens the kiss.]

[She's not likely to let him get far for long right now anyway, a hand sliding up to tangle in his hair, ready to pull him back in if he tries to move away. The other slipping under his shirt, feeling at his ribs -- he's too bony, sharp edges in a way that makes her ache wondering how he's been while he was gone.

She'll worry about it later, though, see if she can do anything to help. Right now she doesn't want to let go, arching up into his hand with a low noise, raw and needy, fingers skimming over his skin. Reminding herself of how he feels under her hand.]

[He presses his chest into her hand, his whole body moving to get more of her touch. He’s not self conscious but he knows he doesn’t look great right now so he hesitates for a moment before pulling back, untangling her hand from his hair so he can take his own shirt off.

There’s still strength there, muscle obvious, he has to work hard to stay in shape, living off the land he’s needed his body to protect him, but he’s also far too thin, too many of his ribs visible through his skin. He doesn’t give her time to look, to worry, moving back in, he kisses her neck this time instead of her lips, moving down to her collarbone. He’s thought about this so many times, as much as he wants to rush, there is also so much he wants to do, so he leaves a lingering kiss on the top of her breast and pulls back enough to speak again.]

Gene. Show me your bedroom. [It’s not really a command but it’s not a request either, his eyes flicking up to meet hers before he straightens up, pulling her away from the wall so she can lead him there.]

[She takes the chance to look when he moves, and even with the fact that he's clearly had a rough time of it, there's not as much worry there as there is everything else. Desire and longing, warmth and affection, a little bit of sadness that she can't shake over all the time apart. It's all tangled up, strong enough to almost make it hard to breathe.]

Yeah. [She slips her hand into his, tugging him across the living room, only fully turning away from him to open the door. The whole apartment is homey, lived-in, an attempt to make herself comfortable here even though she never entirely felt that way. Art hanging on the walls and knick knacks on the shelves. There's a handful of pictures taped to one wall, facing the desk, easy to look at while she studies; his face is there, the couple of pictures she could manage to find.

She doesn't really plan on giving him time to look around much. Immediately she's pulling him to the bed, still holding his hand as she sits, urging him to come with her.]

[He walks with her into the bedroom, and even though it’s a new space with plenty to look at, his eyes never leave her, taking in the way she looks now, saving every new curve or dip to memory. He doesn’t want to waste even a second of his time by paying attention to something else, if this is all he gets, then he wants everyone moment to be about her.

When she pulls him toward her on the bed, he follows but moves to kneel in front of her instead of joining her where she’s at, gently pulling her legs apart so he can squeeze between them, his hands moving to her hips to pull her closer to the edge, flush against him as his dips his head down to continue the path he started out in the living room, kissing over one of her breasts while his hands move up and down her sides.

Just like before he was gone everything is electric, every touch buzzing in his veins. They say that only happens with soulmates but he knows that can’t be true, not with how he feels when he’s with Genie, like everything is right, everything makes sense. He’s never more alive than when they are together, he can’t imagine ever finding that with someone else, doesn’t even want to.]

[His touch already sends shivers through her, her hands finding a way back to his skin as soon as he pulls her close. Moving down over his shoulders and back, up to his neck, never pausing for long. It feels like she's trying to imprint herself on every inch of him, legs pressed in close to his sides, every possible inch of contact.

It feels like fire burning through her, the same way it always has. Like she should be able to see the marks of it every place he touches her. He still feels the same in so many ways, too many ways, it feels like for once she's fallen back in time with him. She moans, eyes half-lidded but open. She doesn't want to stop watching, half scared he'll dissolve like this is all a dream if she takes her eyes off of him for too long.]

[He can’t seem to get enough of her, hands still roaming, lips kissing and sucking at her skin, his mouth closes over her nipple, his tongue swirling around it, hoping to pull more noises from her throat, to make her come undone the way he always has.

It was only the previous summer for him, though it seems longer for her, the two of them stealing away whenever they could, learning each other’s bodies, discovering likes and dislikes. The memories are imprinted on his skin, burned into his eyelids, he replays them all the time. His mouth moves away from her breast to suck a spot right below it, he wants to know if it will still make her squirm the way it used to, if her breath will still catch when he uses his teeth. He wonders if she has new spots that drive her crazy, if she’s changed, if she’s moved on.]

[Any attempts at dating she made after he left were brief, flamed out almost before they began. She hasn't even tried in a long time now. He's the last person she was with that actually knew her; she almost forgot what it was like.

(No, she hadn't, she thinks about it too much still, but she tells herself she did, one more set of memories she tries to pretend isn't haunting her.)]

God. [Her voice is choked, breath caught in her throat, hand tightening on his shoulder.] You're still so--

[Familiar. Good. Perfect. (But not for her, or at least he wasn't supposed to be.) She cuts off with a little moan, swallowing before she requests breathlessly:] More?

[He looks up at her when she speaks, his head still leaning down, his eyes watching, waiting. He smirks slightly when she finally finds her words, asking for more.]

I’ll give you whatever you want. [Probably more than that. He won’t be satisfied until he’s tasted every inch of her skin, marked it stronger than that dumb name on her arm. Soulmates be damned, she’s his.

Before fulfilling his promise, he leans up, capturing her lips again before pushing her shoulders back, making her lean down on the bed, exposing more of herself to him.

He drops his head down to her stomach, pressing a kiss there, his hands moving to her thighs, his fingers trailing up under the hem of her sleep shorts and he sucks another spot above her hip.]

[It's a nice thought, but all she really wants is for him to stay. It doesn't even have to be at this age, though she'd take it if she could, separate it out or find a way to make him stay. She's never met a version of him she didn't care about. Even when it's not like this, when she has to be careful and remember to keep her distance. But it's not the time to think about that; she doesn't want to lose what time they do have.

She shifts under his hands as she settles on her back, squirming and restless, eager. Clearly never trying to get away, arching up into the feeling of that mark with another noise, louder, breathless. It's exactly what she wanted, something to last for a while, to make it feel a little more real. Her hands are still looking to touch, fingers sweeping over his temple, down to his neck, eyes fluttering shut despite herself.]

[Once he’s done with the first mark, the skin red, a bruise showing up already, he moves to the other side and makes another. It gives him a thrill to think she might feel them whenever she wears pants in the next few days, neither of them fading until he’s long gone, stuck somewhere else in time.

The thrill gives way to something he doesn’t want to think about that, so he moves again, pulling at the waistband of her shorts, pushing all of it down over her hips, her butt. He presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh as her clothes pass by it, to her knee, her shin, her ankle, until everything is off. Then he follows the same trail back up, pressing a few more kisses to the inside of her thigh. It’s obvious where he is headed, but he’s taking his time, teasing her first, his hand rubbing soothing circles into her other leg.]

I thought you were in a rush.

[It's not really a complaint, just teasing, playfulness tempered a little by the way she can't hide the eagerness in her voice. She'll take whatever he wants to give her at this point, she just wants, failing to bite back a whine as she shifts a little again, legs falling a little more open encouragingly.]

I can go slower. [He teases her back, smiling gently as he nips at the skin of her inner thigh.

He’s never travelled before during sex, maybe it’s something about how his brain reacts that makes it impossible. He’d like that anyway, if he was able to take his time, really make her squirm.]

[She starts to reply and then falters into a groan, leg tensing and relaxing again at the bite. Laughs a little breathlessly instead, fingers running through his hair.] Whatever you want. [It's a light echo, but it's also genuine, a smile audible in her voice.]

That a promise, Genie?

[He presses a soft kiss to the spot he just bit before running his tongue over it.] We might here awhile in that case. I hope you don’t have any plans.

It can be.

[Somehow she doubts she'd complain about any of it, really.]

Not tonight. [She's not sure how she's going to convince herself to get out of bed in the morning if he hasn't traveled by then, but that's a later question. For now?] I'm all yours.

You’re always mine. [He says it like a promise but there is a hint of a challenge in his voice, not towards her, but anyone who dares to try to get between them again.

To prove his point, he pulls her a little closer, finally pressing his mouth between her legs, his tongue moving against her. His confidence makes him more enthusiastic than normal, as does the fact that it’s been so long since he’s gotten to have her like this. He doubts anyone else could make her feel this way, tries even harder to make it so that no one else ever could.]

Yeah, I am-- [Her voice wavers, desperate, already having trouble catching her breath as she arches against him.] Fuck, Sasha.

[One leg wraps around him, trying to keep him there, even knowing he doesn't want to leave. It's been a long time, and he knows her body too well; it doesn't take long until she's panting, fingers catching at the sheets as she squirms under him, a string of little wordless noises falling out of her, broken up irregularly by his name.]

[He keeps moving, his tongue going faster, deeper, every noise and moan, every time she says his name just making him more excited. He works her over until she climaxes and even then doesn’t stop, doesn’t give her a break, if anything he just doubles his efforts, adding his fingers, pressing one into her and moving it in tandem with his tongue.

Until she tells him to stop, he doesn’t intend to. She told him he could have whatever he wants so he’s going to take it, over and over again until she can’t think of anything but him.]

[The second comes on just as fast, almost a surprise, no chance to calm down. The moan that comes from her when she realizes he's not stopping sounds wrecked already, and she moves to sit up halfway after a second. She's flushed, shifting and still clearly turned on, even as she's reaching down to press at his shoulder.]

Wait-- [She still can't catch her breath, and it takes a second before she can say anything else, just panting, words momentarily caught in her throat as she watches him.] I don't want it to be too much before you can fuck me.

[As soon as she tells him to wait, he does, moving his head to the side and leaning against her thigh, he takes the moment she needs to try and catch his own breath, waiting patiently for her to continue. When she finally does, he groans, his hips wiggling in anticipation.] Yeah —- okay, yeah. I want that too.

[He sounds breathless himself, clearly turned on just from going down on her, and hops up, making quick work of wiggling out of his pants so he can finally join her on the bed.

Even just the few seconds without touching her feel like too much, as soon as he’s able his body is pressing in close, his lips crashing against hers in a blistering kiss.]

[She's already reaching to draw him in, a leg looped around his as she presses up into the kiss. Even just the brief separation has her feeling halfway desperate to have him close again, tongue sliding into his mouth, hands running down his back. It still feels the way nothing ever has with anyone else, electric and intense.]

Can't tell you how many times I thought about you here. [Mumbled between kisses, fingers pressing into his skin. She'll feel guilty for admitting it at some point, probably when it's some older version of him again. For right now it just feels right that he should know that she never stopped.]

[A moan slips passed his lips as she kisses him, his hips rocking against hers gently, feeling that same desperation, that same need to be closer.]

Yeah? How do I compare to your imagination? [His response is cocky but the crack in his voice halfway through betrays the way that makes him feel. It’s not that he doesn’t trust her, he just isn’t good at being vulnerable, at sharing his feelings, and now certainly isn’t the time for it, even if time is in short supply. He just hopes he has a chance to tell her later. If not, hopefully the way his lips press a little harder tell her what his words can’t, and the way his hand reaches for hers, their fingers intertwining for a moment lets her know that he feels it too.

He wishes again that he could stay, stop time and just live in this moment, be with her and only her. His hand squeezes hers one more time before he moves it to her thigh, pulling her leg higher up on his hip so he has better access, groaning as he pushes into her, moving slow since it’s been awhile for him too. He wants to make it last, wants to give her this at least, wants to make it count.]

Much better. No contest.

[It's a breathless answer, holding tight to his hand. Trying to keep it light, but there's a depth there that she can't help showing through, an ache from all that time wishing for it.

She doesn't want to drag this down, though, not now, not when it could change at any time. So she lets him take his hand back even if it's a little reluctant, tries to let herself be distracted again, to feel every bit of the way they're pressed together. She leans up just enough to press a line of messy kisses against his jaw and neck, moaning against his skin as he finally presses into her completely, loud and eager, nipping at his throat.]

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